“And you think she threw herself over?” Betty spoke sobbingly.
“I can’t express any opinions about it, ma’am. It is all very mysterious, and this fur business makes the mystery deeper. In fact, it means that there must now be an inquest.”
“An inquest? Whatever for?” cried Nell.
“It’s always done in case of a death unattended by any physician, or—well, I don’t know, I’m sure, but I’m almost certain there’ll be one. A mere matter of form, they’ll call it. But the case has its queer points.”
He seemed to forget his audience, and sat staring at the fur.
Then suddenly, “Well, I’ll be going. You’ve told me all you know?”
His keen gaze rested on one after another, and he felt sure no one was keeping anything back.
“Just one more thing, Mr. Lawlor,” sounded Sayre’s clear voice. “Oh, no, not
